In the international bestseller REAL, the unstoppable bad boy of the Underground fighting circuit finally met his match. Hired to keep him in prime condition, Brooke Dumas unleashed a primal desire in Remington “Remy” Tate as vital as the air he breathes . . . and now he can’t live without her.

Brooke never imagined she would end up with the man who is every woman’s dream, but not all dreams end happily ever after, and just when they need each other the most, Brooke is torn away from the ringside. Now with distance and darkness between them, the only thing left is to fight for the love of the man she calls MINE.

Alicia's initial reaction:

Holy fucking shit! Wow. Just speechless. This is all I can say for now as my head is totally stuck in a Remy dream land! You the woman, Katy!!!! I'm stuck on cloud Remy and I ain't leaving. Shit me, Katy! WOW.

*****

I still can't put into words what Katy has done to me with this book! I've always said Real is THE BEST book out there. I've never read a book as real as 'Real' is but she gave us 'Mine'!

HOLY SMOKES!

Alicia's Review:

There is no words. I really physically cannot put into words what this book is. It blew me away and I know my reading funk is going to be bad but Remy is the best kind of bad.

Shit. I'm drowning in all things Remy!

I find it hard to put into words how passionate I am about Remington Tate. He is a character that I will defend... with violence if needed lol ;) I will cheer him on always. He is a character that just seems so real.

I want to protect him fiercely and love him for all eternity. Black or Blue doesn't matter to me. I'll take him any way he comes. To understand how I feel for him you have to have 'met' him.

I love where Katy has taken the story and it seemed to wrap up with the best ending ever.

I didn't just sob sadness I sobbed with joy a lot at the end but now I'm like... Where can you take this further? How can you improve perfection? Then I remember we're getting Remy... everything from Remy's POV!! :O Bring it!!

I've never been one for having my face licked but if Remy was my hubby I'd be happy to lie there being drooled on :) I actually think licking would be sexy as hell if it was Remington doing the licking. I would be his Lioness.

Just utterly amazed. Like never before. There is NOTHING out there that even comes close to this series. It's raw, real and pure brilliance! I can't stress enough how much I LOVE this series!!

The whole book just feels like I am there. I am Brooke and Remy is MINE. You totally connect with Brooke and feel every emotion Katy has put into her. The possessiveness she feels over Remy is exactly how I feel right now. I would keep Remy a secret forever just to keep him as mine if I wrote him!

I am SO glad Katy is not me and shared this beautiful story with us lol.

This just doesn't do justice to how I'm feeling. I can't describe my emotions at all.

The fight scenes take me to the real thing. In my head I'm at one of Remington 'Riiiiippptiiiiide' Tate's fights and it's happening in front of my eye's. I feel the anxiousness and pain and hope and joy and pure victory.

“ONE PUNCH, ladies and gentlemen!” the voice yells through the speakers. “One fucking punch! He’s back! HE’S BACK!!! Men and women, girls and fucking boys, I give you tonight, your one and only Riiiptide!!! RIPtiiiiide!!

It's hard to pick which side of Remy to love more, Blue Remy is the sweetest, passionate, sexy hard bastard around then Black Remy comes out to play and he's all that plus more. Possessive, protective, fierce and domineering. He is the ultimate alpha male ever created.

The one and only lion-man!

Katy chose her song selections shared between Remy and Brooke perfectly. I stopped at every song, looked them up with lyrics just to hear exactly what they was saying to each other. The songs give the most powerful words without words being said. They express feeling that are not needed to be said. They are stunning!!

I seriously think I may need a pregnancy test. Then sex scene will be lighting some bedrooms on fire, making lady bits dance, make you jump the hubby or bring out B.O.B. Either way I feel something when Remy is licking me. Oh I mean Brooke! ;)

Katy is a pure story genius!!

I give my Lionman 5 Roaring stars!

Natalie's Review:

REMY!! REMY!! REMY!!

Oh boy I think I'm in love, seriously this man has my vajaja dancing, he is a broken perfection of a man that I wanted to wrap up tight

the story starts not long after Real finishes, Remy and Brooke are back together and more In love than ever before! I think I possibly laughed, cried! laughed! sobbed my heart out, laughed somemore then give a great big sigh that it was all over, I didn't want it to end! I can read about the riptide over and over.

I love how the story has twists and turns (yeah thanks Alicia for spoiling them, lol) that you don't see coming and I love love love the whole songs throughout I had to keep stopping so I could look on YouTube, some of them were so beautiful and really helped bring the story to life

I love how raw this book gets, yes Remy isn't perfect, but together they just work

I love Remington Tate, oh I said that already well ok all that's left is for me to say is that this book is an amazing five stars, I cannot wait to read Remy!!!

Teaser:

My nerve endings stir and tingle in excitement as his twinkling blue eyes glide down the length of my row, where he knows I will be. I swear every part of me quivers in anticipation, waiting for those eyes to find me.

They do.

He electrifies me. Invisible currents leap between us. His smile blazes through me, and suddenly, the inside of my chest, where my heart beats, feels like a burning torch he’s just lit.

His eyes hold me clasped in the loving heat of his, and I can see his quiet joy tonight, his possessiveness, the territorial stare that tells everyone in this room that I. Am. His.

A delighted roar from the crowd explodes around me. It hits me like adrenaline, like a shot of tequila that flies straight to your head, the way his fans love him. The way he loves them back. The way he loves me.

I’m amazed by the way the public reacts to him and by the way he stands there, with his dimples flashing, sucking in all the energy in the room and channeling it into “Riptide.”

God, I love him, and I never want him to forget it!

Overcome with the impulse, I blow him a kiss.

He catches it and smashes it to his mouth.

The crowd grows even louder. Remy points at me, laughing, and I’m laughing too. My eyes burn a little because I’m so happy that I just can’t fit inside my skin. I’m happy that he’s happy, and he’s where he belongs.

This is his season. This year, nothing will stop Remington Tate from being the Underground League champion. Nothing.

He will do whatever it takes, because he’s a driven, powerful, passionate man, and whether I am afraid, worried, excited, or all of the above, I will support him.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, may we have a round of applause to welcome newbie to the Underground, from the Fighter’s Club, the famed, feared, and deadly Grant Gonzalez, “Goooodzillaaaa!”

As his opponent is announced, Remington circles the ring restlessly like a panther until a huge lump of silver comes out from a second walkway. Remy flexes his fingers at his sides as he

watches the man take the ring. Tonight, they all wear their hands taped with bare knuckles exposed, much like men used to fight in older times.

The new fighter is barely out of his robe when the public starts shunning him. “Booooooo! Booooo!”

“That guy has killed a couple people fighting,” Pete tells me under his breath. “He’s a dirty and mean motherfucker.”

“Don’t tell me people have died in these events?” I ask in horror, feeling a disturbing quake inside my stomach. Pete rolls his eyes.

“Brooke, these are uncensored fights. Of course shit happens.”

The thought of Remy fighting with killers catapults my usual pre-fight fears to a whole new level. Fears I had repressed as my man drank up the audience’s adoration. Fears that now grip me by the tummy and squeeze me like a fist.

“Pete, death is more than ‘shit’ happening.”

Remington taps his fists to his opponent’s and the crowd falls quiet. My insides go utterly still. I’m wildly, almost anxiously, measuring the new guy, as if I can get any knowledge from his looks alone. The young man’s white skin is slicked with something that looks like grease. Are they allowed to be slippery when fighting? He has long hair tied in a ponytail and beefy muscles like most every other fighter I’ve seen. Nobody is as lean and beautiful as Remy. I’ll bet no one takes care of their body and trains with the same dedication that he does.

When the bell rings, I don’t think I’m breathing.

They approach each other. Remington waits for the other man to move, his guard perfectly up, every one of his powerful muscles relaxed so they can quickly engage. Finally,

Godzilla swings. Remy ducks and rams the side of his body and—unbelievably—knocks that enormous monster down with a crashing noise.

I gasp in complete disbelief when the referee’s counting begins.

A private smile curves Remy’s lips as he looks down at the motionless figure and practically dares him to move.

He doesn’t.

A roar rips through the crowd.

Pete jumps to his feet and pumps his fist in the air. “Yeah! That’s right! Who’s the man! Who. Is. The MAN!”

“ONE PUNCH, ladies and gentlemen!” the voice yells through the speakers. “One fucking punch! He’s back! HE’S BACK!!! Men and women, girls and fucking boys, I give you tonight, your one and only Riiiptide!!! RIPtiiiiide!!

The ringmaster yanks up Remy’s arm in victory.

And although the entire arena screams his name, his dancing blue eyes immediately come to me, and my whole body starts to ache in every single place.

Remington seems to take pity on her and seizes her hand. He buzzes his lips across her knuckles, and she begins to scream hysterically. I laugh, but then a snake of jealousy curls around my gut. He looks up at me as he releases her, and then, in that lithe way he moves that reminds me of large deadly cats, he swings down from the ring.

Complete stillness settles over the arena until all I can hear is my heartbeat.

Remington . . . Remington . . . Remington . . .

He walks up to me, the smile on his face telling me he thinks he’s all that.

“You’re jealous,” he says in that deep, toe-curling voice of his.

“A little,” I say, laughing at myself.

He doesn’t laugh, but he smiles a smile that sparkles in his blue eyes as he slides his fingers up the side of my throat, then I feel the pad of his thumb gently stroke across the flesh of my bottom lip. The butterflies in my tummy awaken. His eyes are half-mast as he surveys my mouth. He does it slowly, from corner to corner, and then, because he seems to think he owns this mouth, he swoops down and takes it.

His lips fire me up. My stomach spins as he forces my lips apart, and when his tongue flashes, hot, damp and powerful, to take a quick and heady taste of me, I trap back my moan.

“Don’t be,” he roughly tells me as he looks down at my kissed mouth and appreciates his handiwork for a moment. He presses his lips to my forehead for a fraction of a second, and then he heads back to the ring in that graceful way he walks, relaxed and almost ambling.

Behind me, I hear breathless voices.

“Holy shit, I want to do that ten ways till Sunday.”

“Ohmifucking god he was right here!”

I lick my lips, and I can still taste the sexy fucker, which only makes my nipples bead and my sex swell with complete possessiveness of him.

As his next opponent is called up to fight, Remington flexes the muscles of his arms, down to the tips of his fingers. His smile flashes at me from the ring, and very clearly, his two dimples tell me how much he enjoys leaving me in a puddle of love and longing. The devil.

A fighter I remember from last year, Parker Drake, “the Terror,” gets up in the ring to face him. And the bell rings.

Ting.

The crowd quiets as the fight begins, and both men start swinging and hitting. Remy’s punches are powerful, and you can hear the sound of his fists landing, deep, strong, and fast as lightning. Poom poom poom! Squirming in my seat, I watch and listen, alternating between thrill and worry, when Parker crashes to the ground. I shoot to my feet and scream “Riptide!” in chorus with all the other people, knowing that this is the first of many times I will be here watching Remington reclaim everything, every single thing, that he gave up for me.

About Katy Evans

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!

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